As we venture further north and we avoid the thought that winter is coming, I thought I’d share a song from Darwin’s Soldiers. While the Day Watch rest in a cave behind an immense waterfall, John sees ghostly images of long dead soldiers flickering to life around a Scottish warrior as he sings a lament for home:
I am but a fish spent spawning in this stream,
That carries me, nay, lifts me high and with speed,
Down my course I journey with a glistening eye,
A mischievous smirk and a mouth full of fly,
Take me home young stream; cradle me in your banks,
Sweep me along your path, don’t ever hold back,
Keep me distant from your eddies, throw me over your falls,
Let the logs float above me as a roof to your walls,
Oh! How the willows bow to you and the clouds offer tears,
Swelling your pride and lengthening your years,
Take me home, winding river, speed me through your lochs,
Spare me not your barges, your piers or your docks,
Carry me to your estuary, past mire, bog and fen,
Let the salt clean my gills, let the tide pull me in,
Run fast, old river, take me where I can swim free,
Take me home, old river – take me to the sea!
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